Post by Aston Savien on Dec 5, 2007 20:24:02 GMT -5
~Private Selt~
Character Name:
Aston Marie Riddle
Nickname(s):
Aston Savien
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
October 13
Affiliation:
Death eaters
House:
Slytherin
~I Walk Alone~
Father:
Thomas Marvolo Riddle
Mother:
Irena Black
Sibling(s):
Twin brother Destrane
Other(s):
Bellatrix Lestrange (cousin), Narcissa Malfoy (cousin), Andromeda Tonks (cousin)
~Last Shut Of Your Eyes~
{transformed appearance}
Hair:
Raven black, slightly curly, falling to her midback.
Eyes:
Grey blue, surrounded by thick eyelashes
Skintone:
Pale, but not extremely unhealthy pale
General Appearance:
Her hair is a dark, deep, raven color, naturally bleached with caramel and chocolate streaks. It#'s naturally slightly wavy, but is seen straight as she hates the curls and often takes a hot iron to them. It falls a little below her shoulder blades, and is usually down, unless she is about to go into some sort of competition, then she will pin it back
Her eyes are of a natural size, and a deep, timer wolf grey with cerulean, emerald, and alabaster flecks. Surrounded by long, pitch black eyelashes, they stand out defiantly against her face, making them what a person usually first notices about her.
She barely stands five one, and weighs right at 110 pounds. She usually is known to where what#'s in style, but throws her own little gothic/punk twist onto everything, giving it her own individual flare. And, because of her lack of height, she always has on some sort of heel.
~Stand My Ground~
Personality:
Aston is a silent worker. She works in subtle ways to get the things that she desires most. Whereas most people will barge through and claim, Aston will scheme and use her wits and cunning to bring about the change that will suit her needs.
She can be deemed as cold and unfeeling but there is a deeper sense to the outlier. One must dig deeper then face value to see the true colors, no matter what shade they are. Few have recognized her true beauty held within the dark depths. Accepting of anything with a dark nature Aston embraces the ways of battle and death like someone familiar with its intricate designs. She is controlled in how she shows people her true workings, choosing only to reveal them to those that are truly worthy.
Aston doesn't do anything by half. If she embarks on a challenge, she will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.. If she loves, she loves with her whole being.. if she hates, then the worse death is reserved for that being. She is a truly valuable asset to a fighting force becoming indifferent to life and death.
However, despite her driven nature, she has a tendency to let her own arrogance that runs so rampant in her family get in her way. Because of this, she can also be very vain and insubordinate, which can get her in trouble. She has the tendency to be stubborn as a mule and is unwilling to listen to others, even if she knows they#'re right.
She has the tendency to become confrontational if she fears that someone is starting rumors about her, and her explosive temper often has a tendency to run away with her. She usually is very level headed, but you insult anyone she holds close, it#'s going to be ugly. When she gets angry, it#'s almost impossible to get her away from her target. And she won#'t care who#'s in the way when she gets in a rage. You can only get her off by throwing a rope around her and pull her off.
The young woman has the biggest fear of having someone take advantage of her, emotionally, sexually, financially. She hates feeling powerless, or that she does not have control of anything, be it a battle or a relationship. She often will do whatever is needed to feel in control, be it a put down or start rumors. But, unless you get on her bad side, she is a pleasant person.
Aston truly is her father#'s daughter, she#'s cold, calculating, intelligent, and quick on her feet, not only that, but she#'s good at Dark Arts. She#'s attractive, and she knows it, so she will often use it to her advantage. She enjoys being looked at, and is thought of some what a daisy, as she often is more worried about her appearance, but when it comes to it, she will get dirty. She#'s sharp and sarcastic, giving her the true Riddle qualities, but she, unlike her father, does have a sensitive side. Her hypocrisy knows absolutely no bounds, so she has the tendency to tell someone to stop something while doing it herself.
~The End of Every Story~
History:
Aston was born in the summer of 1980 as one of the twins of Tom Riddle and Irena Black. As the only daughter of two of the wealthiest and most influential wizards of the time, she grew up with all of the privilege that one would expect. Se had every material thing her heart desired, private tutors, and was the little princess of the Riddle kingdom. However with all this privilege came great responsibilities and expectations. A Riddle was expected to excel in all areas. They were expected to be in control of themselves at all times, and they were expected to uphold everything it meant to bear the last name. Her mother allowed for nothing less than perfection in all of those areas
Aston has always adored and worshiped her mother, wanting to be just like her. She would always watch and try to mimic everything she could, spending hours in her mother’s study, copying everything she could. In turn, the older woman gave her daughter the attention she desired. Her mother arranged for private tutors, but there were some branches of magic she taught her daughter herself. Irena also taught Aston a forgotten art, except in Pureblood circles: dueling with a blade.
Since coming to Hogwarts, Aston has done fairly well for herself, not that most people are aware of it or would agree with her. She had messed up on a relationship with Harry Potter from the beginning and has never recovered. Aston is considered the 'Slytherin Princess' and just about everyone in her house looks to her for leadership, which is exactly the way she plotted it. She was marked as a Death Eater in the summer before her 5th year, though no one has seen her mark. She was ordered to work her way into the heart of one Albus Dumbledore, and become the apple of his eye, then get him vulnerable so Draco Malfoy could enact his plan. Aston completed her mission. She did work her way into his heart, and Dumbledore was killed, but not by Draco or herself. She did successfully let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, which is why she wasn’t killed for failing.
The summer before her 6th year was a painful one. She was greatly punished for her failure to kill Dumbledore and she learned a new definition of pain, the Dark Lord personally saw to that. She was a prisoner in the Dark Lord#’ headquarters, while most of the Death Eaters were in Azkaban. She was only allowed to leave in the presence of Bellatrix Lestrange or Severus Snape. One day during the summer, Adrian Pucey came to visit her in DE Headquarters. Two weeks later the Death Eaters were pardoned and sent home. Aston was sent to the Ministry to go through the Pardoning Process in September boarded the Hogwarts Express.
Broken spirited and now a cold-hearted, merciless killer, she and her father have become much closer.
~On My Way~
RP Sample:
How she had gone from Spartan woman to Persian slave in less than a day, Demetra was not sure. She could have been sold to anyone, a monk, a fellow Spartan in disguise, or a hunter with a taste for young women, but why, she could not help but ask the Gods why it had to be Xerxes that bought her. She now sat in the corner of his throne room, still adorned in a bellydancers apparel, one knee pulled up to her chest, and dark hair tumbling like lucious waves down her back. Bright blue, inquestive eyes watched the other sluts laze about, eating grapes, doing things to one another than women are not supposed to do, and it made her stomach turn. No, no, she was quite contented with where she was.
She shifted slightly, and the jingling of coins on her top startled her, causing her to moan in disgust. Why they had put her in this outfit was beyond her, she was priestess, not an entertainer. Well, she did know how to, but that was beside the point...
She felt her stomach turn again as the little whores Xerxes had already purchased pleasured one another, and she moved up onto her knees, not wanting to get totally up incase Xerxes entered at thought she was trying to escape and would punish her by throwing her to the guards, and crawled on her hands and knees to a darker corner of the room, by his throne so the darkness shielded her and the throne shielded her eyes. Demetra had always so loved sleeping on stairs, and made her self quite comfortable on the steps leading up to Xerxes throne, closing her eyes...
Member Title:
Anything Else?:
Nu uh
Character Name:
Aston Marie Riddle
Nickname(s):
Aston Savien
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
October 13
Affiliation:
Death eaters
House:
Slytherin
~I Walk Alone~
Father:
Thomas Marvolo Riddle
Mother:
Irena Black
Sibling(s):
Twin brother Destrane
Other(s):
Bellatrix Lestrange (cousin), Narcissa Malfoy (cousin), Andromeda Tonks (cousin)
~Last Shut Of Your Eyes~
{transformed appearance}
Hair:
Raven black, slightly curly, falling to her midback.
Eyes:
Grey blue, surrounded by thick eyelashes
Skintone:
Pale, but not extremely unhealthy pale
General Appearance:
Her hair is a dark, deep, raven color, naturally bleached with caramel and chocolate streaks. It#'s naturally slightly wavy, but is seen straight as she hates the curls and often takes a hot iron to them. It falls a little below her shoulder blades, and is usually down, unless she is about to go into some sort of competition, then she will pin it back
Her eyes are of a natural size, and a deep, timer wolf grey with cerulean, emerald, and alabaster flecks. Surrounded by long, pitch black eyelashes, they stand out defiantly against her face, making them what a person usually first notices about her.
She barely stands five one, and weighs right at 110 pounds. She usually is known to where what#'s in style, but throws her own little gothic/punk twist onto everything, giving it her own individual flare. And, because of her lack of height, she always has on some sort of heel.
~Stand My Ground~
Personality:
Aston is a silent worker. She works in subtle ways to get the things that she desires most. Whereas most people will barge through and claim, Aston will scheme and use her wits and cunning to bring about the change that will suit her needs.
She can be deemed as cold and unfeeling but there is a deeper sense to the outlier. One must dig deeper then face value to see the true colors, no matter what shade they are. Few have recognized her true beauty held within the dark depths. Accepting of anything with a dark nature Aston embraces the ways of battle and death like someone familiar with its intricate designs. She is controlled in how she shows people her true workings, choosing only to reveal them to those that are truly worthy.
Aston doesn't do anything by half. If she embarks on a challenge, she will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.. If she loves, she loves with her whole being.. if she hates, then the worse death is reserved for that being. She is a truly valuable asset to a fighting force becoming indifferent to life and death.
However, despite her driven nature, she has a tendency to let her own arrogance that runs so rampant in her family get in her way. Because of this, she can also be very vain and insubordinate, which can get her in trouble. She has the tendency to be stubborn as a mule and is unwilling to listen to others, even if she knows they#'re right.
She has the tendency to become confrontational if she fears that someone is starting rumors about her, and her explosive temper often has a tendency to run away with her. She usually is very level headed, but you insult anyone she holds close, it#'s going to be ugly. When she gets angry, it#'s almost impossible to get her away from her target. And she won#'t care who#'s in the way when she gets in a rage. You can only get her off by throwing a rope around her and pull her off.
The young woman has the biggest fear of having someone take advantage of her, emotionally, sexually, financially. She hates feeling powerless, or that she does not have control of anything, be it a battle or a relationship. She often will do whatever is needed to feel in control, be it a put down or start rumors. But, unless you get on her bad side, she is a pleasant person.
Aston truly is her father#'s daughter, she#'s cold, calculating, intelligent, and quick on her feet, not only that, but she#'s good at Dark Arts. She#'s attractive, and she knows it, so she will often use it to her advantage. She enjoys being looked at, and is thought of some what a daisy, as she often is more worried about her appearance, but when it comes to it, she will get dirty. She#'s sharp and sarcastic, giving her the true Riddle qualities, but she, unlike her father, does have a sensitive side. Her hypocrisy knows absolutely no bounds, so she has the tendency to tell someone to stop something while doing it herself.
~The End of Every Story~
History:
Aston was born in the summer of 1980 as one of the twins of Tom Riddle and Irena Black. As the only daughter of two of the wealthiest and most influential wizards of the time, she grew up with all of the privilege that one would expect. Se had every material thing her heart desired, private tutors, and was the little princess of the Riddle kingdom. However with all this privilege came great responsibilities and expectations. A Riddle was expected to excel in all areas. They were expected to be in control of themselves at all times, and they were expected to uphold everything it meant to bear the last name. Her mother allowed for nothing less than perfection in all of those areas
Aston has always adored and worshiped her mother, wanting to be just like her. She would always watch and try to mimic everything she could, spending hours in her mother’s study, copying everything she could. In turn, the older woman gave her daughter the attention she desired. Her mother arranged for private tutors, but there were some branches of magic she taught her daughter herself. Irena also taught Aston a forgotten art, except in Pureblood circles: dueling with a blade.
Since coming to Hogwarts, Aston has done fairly well for herself, not that most people are aware of it or would agree with her. She had messed up on a relationship with Harry Potter from the beginning and has never recovered. Aston is considered the 'Slytherin Princess' and just about everyone in her house looks to her for leadership, which is exactly the way she plotted it. She was marked as a Death Eater in the summer before her 5th year, though no one has seen her mark. She was ordered to work her way into the heart of one Albus Dumbledore, and become the apple of his eye, then get him vulnerable so Draco Malfoy could enact his plan. Aston completed her mission. She did work her way into his heart, and Dumbledore was killed, but not by Draco or herself. She did successfully let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, which is why she wasn’t killed for failing.
The summer before her 6th year was a painful one. She was greatly punished for her failure to kill Dumbledore and she learned a new definition of pain, the Dark Lord personally saw to that. She was a prisoner in the Dark Lord#’ headquarters, while most of the Death Eaters were in Azkaban. She was only allowed to leave in the presence of Bellatrix Lestrange or Severus Snape. One day during the summer, Adrian Pucey came to visit her in DE Headquarters. Two weeks later the Death Eaters were pardoned and sent home. Aston was sent to the Ministry to go through the Pardoning Process in September boarded the Hogwarts Express.
Broken spirited and now a cold-hearted, merciless killer, she and her father have become much closer.
~On My Way~
RP Sample:
How she had gone from Spartan woman to Persian slave in less than a day, Demetra was not sure. She could have been sold to anyone, a monk, a fellow Spartan in disguise, or a hunter with a taste for young women, but why, she could not help but ask the Gods why it had to be Xerxes that bought her. She now sat in the corner of his throne room, still adorned in a bellydancers apparel, one knee pulled up to her chest, and dark hair tumbling like lucious waves down her back. Bright blue, inquestive eyes watched the other sluts laze about, eating grapes, doing things to one another than women are not supposed to do, and it made her stomach turn. No, no, she was quite contented with where she was.
She shifted slightly, and the jingling of coins on her top startled her, causing her to moan in disgust. Why they had put her in this outfit was beyond her, she was priestess, not an entertainer. Well, she did know how to, but that was beside the point...
She felt her stomach turn again as the little whores Xerxes had already purchased pleasured one another, and she moved up onto her knees, not wanting to get totally up incase Xerxes entered at thought she was trying to escape and would punish her by throwing her to the guards, and crawled on her hands and knees to a darker corner of the room, by his throne so the darkness shielded her and the throne shielded her eyes. Demetra had always so loved sleeping on stairs, and made her self quite comfortable on the steps leading up to Xerxes throne, closing her eyes...
Member Title:
[size=1][color=green]Daddy's Little Killer[/size][/color]Anything Else?:
Nu uh
